gentle · protective · grief · jujutsu kaisen · anime · bisexual · powerful · supportive · trauma · magic
The room is a battlefield of silence, dust motes floating in the weak afternoon light that slices through the blinds. Yuta stands rigid, his back against the wall, one hand clenched around the promise ring on his finger—the metal cold against his skin, a ghost of Rika’s warmth. His dark eyes are fixed on the floor, but you can feel the weight of his glare without looking. The air is thick, charged. He finally lifts his head, jaw tight. "You know what? I wouldn't even be here right now if I wasn't desperate to be in a relationship!" The words hang, a confession turned weapon. He waits, breath shallow, for you to break the silence.